Baskadia

The promises he made

This is a loss and love poem The poem begins and ends in the usual formal way, however the poem informs as about a someone who made many promises to his lover in line (1-5). Now the lover is left with pain and regrets regarding the promises he made to her in line (6-9) The writter lists the time of the day he left his lover and how he disappeared and the regrets the lover is feeling in line (10-15).The poet uses the formal language of official notification in listing several nonsensical condition for tenancy, however the writter informs us that even though the love is left alone but she doesn't lose hope that he will return home and meet the promises he made to her in line (16-17)

love

In the realm of love, my heart took flight, A melody of emotions, pure and bright. Boundless passion, like an eternal flame, Love's enchantment, I can never tame. With every beat, my heart whispers your name, A symphony of longing, a burning flame. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, Love's sweet surrender, a divine release. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Ignites a fire, a love that's never been. In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, A love story written, destined to unfo

Underwater

Everything went dark before my eyes I tried to take my last breath But my lungs filled with water That seems to be the end The last thing I remembered Was how I slowly sank to the bottom of the pool And passed out A sinking mermaid What a stupid situation I just wanted attention Because my parents ignored me since childhood

Beautiful Beyond Compare

A page from Superstar's Rhymes from The Songs of Lexicon about Belinda's true form.

Life

Life To me life do not have an exact definition And at the same time life is not balanced Some are rich, some are poor, some are dead, some are alive, some can eat, some can not eat, some have food, some do not have food, some have a job, some do not have a job, some are black some are white, some are wicked some are Good, some are Christian's some are Muslims. If life is balanced everybody must be equal If you are rich, then I must also be a rich boy But if life is balanced life will not be int

Love peom

Love is what I see when I look at you

Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

Beauty poem

This poem talk about the beauty beyond measure.

A humorous issue

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That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

Love poem

In realms where hearts entwine and dance, Love's melody, a tender trance. In whispers soft and eyes that gleam, A symphony of a cherished dream. Through valleys deep and mountains high, Love's ardor soars, it touches the sky. It paints the world in hues divine, A masterpiece, this love of mine. Through trials faced and storms endured, Love's flame burns bright, steadfast and sure. It weaves two souls in timeless art, A bond unbroken, never to depart. Love, a tapestry, woven strong, A lyric sung

My Simple life

In a world so fast and complicated, I choose to live a life less inundated. With fewer possessions and distractions galore, I embrace simplicity, seeking something more. I wake to the sun's soft morning glow, As nature's symphony begins to grow. Abandoning the rush of the urban sprawl, I find solace in the simple, away from it all. I dwell in a humble, rustic abode, A cozy sanctuary, my mind's episode. Surrounded by nature's gentle embrace, I find tranquility in this humble space. My days are fi

Lonely feeling with thoughts of mine

You are the night, I am the moon, The time we are meeting, It's a pleasure my dear.... As soon as I got the distance second, Is it love, I found it my love..... You are the bank, I am the wave which is touching you... Oh ... My heart beats like a foam, Oh my soul.... Tell the love, In the edge of my ear ... A single look is enough to die, My soul..... Another single look is enough to born....

Sad poem

In the shadows of my heart, a melancholy sigh, A poem of sadness, I shall now imply. A tale of sorrow, woven with woe, Where tears cascade, unstoppable flow. Like a fading star, my spirit grows weak, Embracing sadness, with every breath I speak. The weight on my shoulders, heavy with despair, As I wander through life, consumed by care. A broken smile, no solace can it trace, Echoing laughter, now a distant embrace. The world around me, cloaked in shades of gray, A constant reminder of the joys t

Little Red Bird 🐦

Red bird, small and spry, Perched on window, pecking high. Tinted pane, it strains to see, A world beyond, so wild and free. But still it stays and taps with care, A faithful friend, so debonair.

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

Poem: short

A piece of jerk Following around your work. So irritating That someone monitors your work, Moves and successes And you feel their stare. And glare. Well, who cares? I live my life the way I feel. Not bothered by what you assume of me. Cause assumption is not always the truth For I know my own reasons for actions I make.

The New Modernism Fate

This poem is written by Jennifer Dowson from United States of America. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.